𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ？

𝑃𝑇．4

"I love you."

He pulled away from me and threw his head into his hands as he sat on my bed.

"You what?!"

"I— Don't know what I'm saying. I have to go. Bye Y/n." He stood up and ran out, with tears rolling down his cheeks. I chased after him but he was already out the front door, "isn't that arellano? You made him cry huh?" I turned to see mom.

"I didn't mean to!" "Uh-huh. Whats he doing here anyway?" My mom sipped her drink. "We we're doing a project and he decided he wanted to play a game where we ask eachother questions and I just wanted the truth out of him and I asked him why he hated me and he told me and he started crying and—" I said, almost too quickly for her to even hear me.

"Jeez. Slow down, you don't say 'and' that many times. Isnt that inproper english?" I turned to see my sibling staring at me. (SORRY IF YOURE AN ONLY CHILD SJBSJJSJ😭)

"Shut up! That was like the worst 5 seconds of my life so I'm sorry?! I'm trying to tell mom what happened if you would be quiet-" I screamed in a rather sassy tone. I turned back to mom, "when DID you get back home? I brought Robin in only like 10 minutes ago and you weren't here"

"Holy shit! Robin as in that doucheweed?" My sibling was now smiling uncontrollably. "Yes? And what the hell is doucheweed, you just made that up" "yeah. But it sounds badass." "How does that sound bada—"

"I got home only a couple minutes ago, I heard you yelp in pain so I went up to check on you but I kinda uh.. walked in on something.."

I stood there with my eyes wide open, my jaw almost hit the floor. "You— what— WHAT DID YOU SEE?" I faced her but she just smirked at me, "you know.. just some stuff." She poured more of her drink into her glass, her front side was pointed away from me but I could feel her smiling.

"Holy shit! What did you see mom?" Was holy shit the only two words they knew how to say?

"They were just... being teenagers." She shrugged as she chugged her whole glass of whatever was in it.

I stormed up to my room without saying anything, I locked my door behind me and screamed into my pillow. Who did he think he was? What even was that? Since when did he love me? WHY DID I EVEN KISS HIM BACK?!

Everything started piecing together while I was rethinking what had just happened. Before he kissed me he said 'Fine, you wanna know why im such a dick to you?' Was he an asshole because he liked me? Or still does? I wouldn't assume he did after that.

The next day I noticed he wasn't in class, I excused myself to go to the bathroom and as I was approaching it I saw a kid covered in blood running out of it. The second he had stepped foot out of it I heard a faint "don't say shit about her again."

I walked in to the bathroom (unisex😭) and saw none other than Robin washing blood off his fists. "Well great, I leave the classroom to escape the dickheads spitting paper balls at me just to run into another dickhead." He looked up at me and seemed embarrassed. "Was last night not a good enough apology?" He muttered.

"Last night? Really? Last night was the strangest thing! Out of nowhere you randomly fucking kiss me and instead of explaining you run out of my house?! No! That was not an apology."

He put his head back to face the sink, I noticed there were little cut marks on his knuckles. "The fuck happened to you?" I walked to stand next to him. "Moose just has sharp teeth. How's it your problem? Don't you hate us both." The last bit sounded more stubborn than a question, "yeah. I do. Why'd you fight him?"

"My god do you shut up? Stop asking so many questions. Like I just said, how is it your problem?" I chuckled to myself as I replied, "you didn't say 'how is it my problem', you asked. That's a question, not —" I was cut off by him rolling his eyes at me and covering my mouth. "Sheesh, what is with you and touching my mouth?" I giggled again.

"SHUT UP!" He almost screamed at me, I was taken aback a bit, I just stood there with my eyes wide open as I took a little step back. "Sorry. Your voice is just starting to annoy me." "Okay— soo we went from 'I hate you' to- 'I love you' and now we're back at 'you're annoying'?"

He looked like he was about to explode. "Sorry, sorry. Why did you fight him though?" He turned off the tap and turned to grab a tissue, he smashed his head onto the box on the wall and didn't even turn to look at me. He was wiping the last bit of blood of his knuckles as I went to speak again, but he cut me off. "He was just talking shit." "Again? Has he not learnt what happens when he talks like that about you?" "He.. wasn't talking about me." He started stuttering and I could tell he was about to cry again, it was really unlike him to even shed a single tear, so whatever was going on must really be affecting him.

I walked up to him and put my hand on his back, "hey.. are you okay?.." he turned his head to the side to look at me, I could see tears starting to form in his eyes. But none of them escaped. He put his head back down and closed his eyes, trying to hide his emotions. "Don't you hate me?" "I do. But I'm obviously going to feel sympathy if youre literally crying, you never cry." It seemed to help a little bit, because I saw a little smile on his face. I smiled back at him when my head raced back to the question I was meant to ask before, "so uhm.. who was Moose shit talking?" I expected it to be Finney, or even Gwen maybe, it could have been his sister or his mom, possibly his— "you." "What?" I saw his face going red and he looked super embarrassed. I looked around the room to see if he was talking about anyone else, but we were the only ones in there. "Hold on. I'm going to need an explanation."